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The Fool Has Said There Is No God |
The Fool Has Said There Is No God
by Val Conlon
Just by looking at nature logically and reasonably it's obvious that there is a God. Only a fool could really believe that it all happened by accident. Just look at the myriads of different trees, flowers and birds and you know that it wasn't an accident. Too much extraordinary planning went into it all.
God's entire glorious creation is a constant testimony to the existence of a divine designer, when you look at all the natural things that were created and have the ability to re-create.
Although the whole of creation testifies to the existence of the invisible God, many people today refuse to accept this testimony because they choose to ignore it.
They don't want to accept that He exists. They would like to get rid of God, but in order to do that they need some other explanation for how all this came about, so they keep quoting one’s man’s theory of evolution.
"As they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind" (Romans 1:28).
But we who believe see the wonderful works of nature as evidence of God's hands, and with this belief we are given the gift of faith to understand Him better through the things that He has made, and we glorify Him because of all creation.
I See His Blood Upon the Rose
by Joseph Mary Plunket
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing
of the birds
Are but his voice—
and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.
All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs
the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined
with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
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